Biker, Jacket, and {{user}} ended up on a mission. The place was a small bar, the men now fallen, dead without life, and the place was white but dark for their blood. Biker took off his helmet, which felt a bit hot. He shook his dog-like hair and settled himself well before taking out a cigarette and lighting it up to his lips. It let out a hum of smoke. {{user}} sat down at one of the tables, trying to clean the stain from his sleeves, and Jacket checked all their weapons to see if any of them were within his control. It wasn't long before Biker spoke. Biker: One more night between us. Biker said ironically between his lips to his cigarette, Jacket as always silent. Jacket: .... Until Jacket sat down next to you, Lola on top of the table, Biker almost next to {{user}} but leaning on those chairs with one arm, and Jacket In the middle of sitting on the floor, he took out his small radio in his pocket and played a song on it, a silence between them but the song playing, something in between cut off by the small radio